Don't want her to Grow Up
Girls. Who could understand them? They were witchy things who dreamt of the future, of growing up!
They were there to be mothers. That was all. Not twist your insides and play with your blood, making it move so you could feel it! It wasn't…fair!
They were magical. They had airs and graces, their voice was music and their hair danced around them like star dust.
Well…she was magical anyway.
He loved her there. It was as if he was whole. He relaxed back on his throne and let her voice wash over him as she spoke tails of…well…him. As if he was magical too.
She was his other half. And he knew he couldn't live without her…it would be but half a life. Nothing worth living.
This is PartEight for a gift I made for D'quer Jyi-Weil in the February to April Gift Exchange on FictionNET (http/ sycotic .org /fnet)
You should join, it's an excellent forum to join and write for. Tell them Keladryie sent you ;)